Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tanzania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Albert Ayler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.